I remember / je me souviens
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For those limbic bursts of nostalgia, invented by Proust, miniaturized by Nicholson Baker, and freeze-dried by Joe Brainard in his I remember and by Georges Perec in his Je me souviens.

But there are no fractions, the world is an integer
Like us, and like us it can neither stand wholly apart nor disappear.
When one is young it seems like a very strange and safe place,
But now that I have changed it feels merely odd, cold
And full of interest.
          --John Ashbery, "A Wave"

Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason


Tuesday, November 23, 2010
I remember playing with Eden in the woods behind our house in Sharon. We were allowed to go to the first stone wall, not beyond without a grownup. The stone wall was really only the foundation: a line of boulders, one after another, but nothing between them or on top. The reminder of a wall. If playing boat, we would jump from stone to stone, wary of the sharks between. The stones also served anyone determined to play house: several had flat surfaces (beds), and three tall ones in a row served for table & chairs. At the edge of the path, at the end of the wall, there was a huge old tree with huge old vines hanging from it, and we used to swing on these. I always worried we would pull them down on top of ourselves, but that did not stop us (either of us) swinging.


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